Stove/Smother

You still wonder if you understood The way I felt about the stove At my friend Peter's house I wish you'd slow it down I thought you'd listen to me I wish you'd try to stop and show me But you couldn't even slow it down a bit At least for me You still wonder if you understood The way I felt about the stove At our friend Eric's house I wish you'd leave me be I thought you'd listen to me I wish you'd try to stop and listen There's other ways I could get it You know that, don't you You know that, don't you You know that, don't you You know that, don't you See the colors in your hair Tangled knots out in your hair Running fingers as you swear Looking up with eager stare Red dots in as black comes out Who smells so strong, you talk about The other girls are big or dumb But colored hair won't make you comb I watch you sigh and I watch you shout While you struggle to get your colored mess out And won't you help me dry my eyes You mother tries to comb the knots out You cry and yell while you cut your knots out I watch you hair fall past your eyes I saw your hair slowly die I saw your hair slowly die I saw your hair slowly die I saw your hair slowly die